Hey kid, CATCH!

When I was 24 years old, I could think of nothing hotter than hooking up with a man in his early 30's, with an exquisite body, career in high gear, nicely decorated apartment, and a rapier wit honed from years of navigating gay bullshit which runs rampant among singles in large urban metropolises like New York City.

I invited a complete stranger into my apartment from a m4m hookup website to provide me with oral service. There's very little privacy in this apartment, but thank god my roommate is a heavy sleeper.

He was a 24 year old vocal performance major from Manhattan School of Music who had found my profile and my photos on the website and without too much effort, found my very local apartment and sucked off my very hard cock until I climaxed.

He was adorable, he was extremely hot, and he was the dude with whom I shared a bench press at Equinox last week, but he didn't recognize me. Now, next week when I bump into him again at the gym, I'll probably have to pretend I don't recognize him. Again. He was way into my chest, and kept putting his face against it, and was completely turned on by the patch of hair i have on my lower back, right above my buttcheeks. It wasn't difficult to convince him to go the whole seven yards, and before long, he was clinging to me, asking me for permission to bust his nut. He even addressed me as "Daddy" once or twice.